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his thumb pressing and rolling her clitoris at the same time as he continued to alternately suckle and bite her nipple.
    It was too much—Gregori was too much—
    Her orgasm hit her with the force of a heavy wave washing over her, almost knocking her off her feet and taking her along with it, Gaia’s fingers clinging to the broad width of Gregori’s shoulders as she came in tortuous, gut-wrenching wave after wave of pure pleasure.
    And still Gregori wasn’t finished with her as he remorselessly continued to caress and suckle and thrust, taking her to that place time and time again until Gaia’s breath was nothing but a gasping sob, fingers too weak to cling to his shoulders any longer, her legs collapsing beneath her and she began to slide down the door to the floor.
    Gregori caught her beneath her arms and knees before lifting her up and carrying her across the room, his face flushed, dark hair tousled, his lips slick with her juices.
    Gaia’s body had the consistency of a rag-doll as he sat down in the chair behind his desk and placed her on top of him with her legs straddling his thighs. She watched in fascination as he unfastened his trousers to release the long, hard length of his fully aroused cock.
    A beautiful hard and silky cock, perfectly curved for penetration.
    “There’s a condom in the breast pocked of my jacket,” he encouraged throatily.
    Once again Gaia obeyed, even as a part of her wondered if he always had a condom in his jacket pocket or if he had known, planned what was now happening between the two of them. At the same time she questioned what had happened to her willpower, let alone her sense of self-survival. This was Gregori Markovic for God’s sake—
    “Put it on me, Gaia. Now, before I come all over you!” he added harshly as she fumbled unwrapping the foil.
    She had never done anything as intimate as putting a condom on a man before, and it was an intense intimacy. Gregori’s head lolled back against the chair as he watched her place and then roll that thin barrier down the length of his leaking cock.
    “Tell me you want this,” he encouraged through gritted teeth, dark eyes glittering like the night. “Tell me, Gaia,” he grated harshly. “Fucking tell me!” His hands reached up and grasped her arms painfully as he forced her to look at him.
    She did want him. She wanted Gregori inside her so badly she ached with the wanting. Just as she wanted him to stretch and fill her. To feel him so deep inside her there was no space between them.
    At the same time as she knew she couldn’t do this.
    Maybe it was the fact that Gregori was still fully and meticulously dressed in his tailored suit, shirt and perfectly knotted tie, while she was a mess in her ripped clothes and no panties, her bared and red and sore nipples, the curls damp between her thighs, but whatever it was, she suddenly realized this wasn’t her, damn it.
    She didn’t have wild sex with a man she had only known for twenty-four hours, let alone one as unpredictable and powerful as Gregori Markovic.
    Gregori knew the exact moment Gaia came to her senses—not the same senses that had allowed him to suck her nipples and finger-fuck her—and knew before she spoke that she was going to refuse him.
    His cock felt as if it was about to explode, and the wariness in her eyes and sudden pallor of her cheeks told him that for her the moment was over.
    His control was balanced on a knife-edge and she was going to say no to him.
    He closed his eyes to shut out the sight of her as he dragged first one, and then another labored and controlled breath into his starved lungs, desperately trying to come back from that edge, to not behave like the animal she obviously thought he was.
    Except he was, of course. They were all animals, with just a veneer of civilization painted over them. For Gregori, at this particular moment in time, that veneer was extremely thin.
    Damn it, he could still taste her on his lips and tongue, his fingers